CHAPTER 62
SANTIAGO
SOMETHING LIKE HOPE
The moment she mentioned Callie's name, she had my attention. I turned, my eyebrows raised in a mixture of confusion and irritation. Looking at her now, I wondered why we were ever friends in the first place.
I studied her face carefully, looking for cracks, something along the lines of fear, satisfaction and lies. These things always left traces if you knew where to look.
“Say that again,” I said quietly, taking just a step closer to where she stood.
Bodly, and with a smile on her face, she took a step closer, clearly enjoying this. “I said I have something that can ruin her. Completely. One move, and everything she’s ever worked or stood for? Gone.”
I crossed my arms, forcing myself to stay calm. Try a mixture of annoyance and irritation,
